She holsters her Plasma Weapon and picks up the discarded Super Jew Bazooka!

*WOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!*

*KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

The hits a good one!

The OLD ONE roars with anger and pain! There goes a wing, damn it!

That's down to three wounds now...

The Last Assyrian Rifleman is still wasted on Maniac Beer, and wont give it up. He sings loud Assyrian Navy songs as he staggers around ineffectually, swigging from the barrel every so often.

His insane Cyborg Creation however will not be commanded. I rolled for this and the sight of so many Peaches within reach is TOO much for him.

CHARGE!

A Peach Stormtrooper is explosively gutted.

With a mighty leap the Assyrian Cyborg attacks the Skiff. The Pilot tries to fire the main gun but to no avail. The Minor Hero Red Dude (Emperors Guard) backs off and levels his power staff.

Throughout the screams and the sounds of ripping flesh the bestial growls and baying howls of the Cyborg can be heard as he goes insane with Peach Hate!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!

He hasn't even noticed that he's been pierced through, all that matters is Peach Death!

Mjr Natalya using her Spider Gymnastix makes a terrific backwards jump up to the buildings roof while firing her twin auto-guns.

Shots smash the UDSM Commanders Sonic Hand Canon and a control lever for the Death Spider Recliner.

But it's nothing serious.

She then composes herself for the coming ordeal.

A Star Commando stands guard.

The Walker strides into battle.

The Heavy Gatling Canon shreeks a hail of death...

Straight at the OLD ONE, unable to miss such a huge target shot after shot of 2D10 damage rips into him but the damage is minimum and doesn't reduce his wounds only his Armour Value.

The remaining Star Commando's,, one with the Heavy Plasma Destructor head off away from the OLD ONE...

The Trooper finds a good spot for response fire that offers some protection while the other lines up his shot. Normally the Destructor can only regenerate 3D6 damage each turn but not if the Plasma Generator is made to Over Load!

The Star Commando knows his duty and how best to serve his orders. The shot rockets across the Space Port towards the Peaches.

Unfortunately seconds later the Plasma Core explodes killing the Star Commando and his weapon. (The Other Star Commando is fine though).

The super hot gas flashes through the air leaving a burning after image of it's path...

*INCOMING!*

Hot as a sun the ball melts through the Star Ship Fuel Bowser in mere moments and ignites!

*VA-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!*

Searing hot flaming death!

A tsunami of lit fuel washes across the compound!

Peach Stormtroopers burn in seconds!

And the blast wave throws debris and mini-figs everywhere.

Flames spew from the severed fuel lines and over the reinforced landing pad.

The Destruction is almost total. Dead lie strewn all over the devastation. Who's goinna' clean up this shit? ME! That's who... fuckit!

Even the X-Wing was thrown on it's side like a Childs toy... oh, wait. *cough* even the mighty Daft Gaydar is crushed by the shock wave his Dark Snide in the Farce no match for physics of this magnitude.

A deafening silence after the din of the titanic explosion descends on the battlefield for a moment.

Long enough for the new Peach reinforcements to take stock of the situation and leg it sharpish!

Mjr Natalya attempts to concentrate on the Maytricks... if only that fucking Greater Daemon would stop roaring all the time!

She reaches out and connects to the Computer mind of the Fat-Man Torpedo's targeting systems as it plunges through the planets atmosphere. Left a bit!.. NO! Right a bit!..

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*ULP!*!!!o_0!!!

Critical Success! Right down the OLD ONES throat!

OH, SHIT!!!

KRAK-KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Having contained much of the explosive power within his Daemonic Hide the sheer scale of energy seeks some form of release.

*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!*

The Quarterback IS toast! So endeth the OLD ONE who is cast from his mortal Shell and banished back to the Hell Worlds were he must fester and lick his wounds until summoned once more.

EDIT:

An Assyrian Assassin Droid, deprived of a good target and not wanting to waste the rocket takes his Power Blade to a Daemons neck instead.

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Muttering his Janitorial curses under his breath Stubby spots something...

"...probably some sort of kiddies alco-pop tasting crap."

"We'll, may as well give it a go."

"Yuck! I can feel my IQ melting already... Filthy stuff."

"Ah, well. Back to business I suppose!"

"Work! Work! Work, that's all I ever do... Sorry mate, should've kept your balance then shouldn't you. If I'm not endlessly whiling my time away doodling and having fun then I'm having to clean up for this lot, I dunno... who'd be me."

"Ai-Yup!.. nice bit of work out there climbing up the gate... that'll be my work out for my buns of steel done for the day."

"This will fix 'em."

Stubby casts his Broom of Doom into the centre of the Cthulhu Alter... something odd happens. It doesn't fall, just hovers spinning faster and faster in the centre.

Soon a weird glowing vortex shot through with discharges of energy
rises from the abyss... the air begins to be sucked down with ever increasing pressure.

"Aaah, job done for the day, and now my reward. My new lunch box!"

"I wonder what Hell-O Kittah Keeps in here anyway?"

"Aw hell yeah! You dirty little pussy... lets see, I'll just open it at the centrefold."